Genius always finds itself a century too early.

He then learns that in going down into the secrets of his own mind, he has descended into the secrets of all minds.

Man is the dwarf of himself.

We early arrive at the great discovery that there is one mind common to all individual men: that what is individual is less than what is universalthat error, vice and disease have their seat in the superficial or individual nature.

There is always room for a man of force and he makes room for many. Society is a troop of thinkers and the best heads among them take the best places.

A man is a god in ruins. When men are innocent, life shall be longer, and shall pass into the immortal, as gently as we awake from dreams.

The essence of age is intellect. Wherever that appears, we call it old.